The ice highland

The mountaineers tramp up the passive frosty highland. pale crystal shards collapse against their concealed feet. Condensation billows out of their mouths at every breath. A cliff topples below them. A distant aqua landscape flows around their view, lone clouds penetrate past the on going glacier, the wind moaning in their wake.
The only smell is the crisp eye watering, frigid air and the volcanic smell of rock.
Not a single creature to be heard, just the wind blowing mindlessly past your frost bitten ears. Also the crunch of shattering misty, minuscule shard of a glassy substance.
They can taste the air burning their throats, like a fresh breath mint.

They wonder if this mountain ends, its like an ice sculpture towering into the deep blue sea sky of this universe. A sun ray glints onto my crisp,but soaked with sweat, hair. The sun pierces their eyes once more before the snap back to the reality of the mountain.

The Amur leopard

(panthera padus orientalis)

Also known as the korean leopard,manchurian leopard or the far east leopard,is the most rarest cat on earth. They are losing number fast There are only 35 left in the wild and 25 in captivity, plus they only live for 21 years in captivity. They are 64-75 cm in height (male) and weight 22-48 kg (male).

They create their territory and raise their young from a sticky,hot summer on a  dehydrated bank by a murky river (amazon). And winter in a frosty den at the backside of a snow mountain.And there are only a few reasons their dying out. Firstly it’s us humans who are making their  lives scarce. Their fur is soft, elegant and expensive that makes their numbers shrink.

But something great has happened The near extinction Amur leopard has just about doubled in number because back in 2007 there were only 25 left. And they are now hopefully going to be saved before the Amur leopard is an unknown name of the past.

             By E.J.U Kippenberger

ANZAC letter

                                                                                                                                         The trenches

                                                                                                                                          11/04/1915

Hello dad,

                I wish I was at home with you I'll fill you in on the stuff going on around here; we are dying of thirst, hunger and immense pain. Most of us anyway. I don't know what else we would be dying from?

              Outside our trenches, the battlefield is covered in bleeding wounded soldiers, friend and foe. My friends and I will fight for victory just for our sake. Every time you step you here a crunch of sculls and bombshells. My feet are damp and blistering. Athletes foot is rather common so we all have have to wear bone dry bandages wrapped around our rotting feet. Victory is scarce and so is our lives but we must go on, not until the war ends.
               The deafening sound of gunfire hurts our ears and I've already blown an ear drum . every day the  crimson blood oozes out of it down on my elephant skin neck. Shrills of pain and victory surrounds the war grounds.
               I still have love for you father it will not be lost even if I die


                          Love Elliott
                                         xxx

Digital Mihi

Creating a digital mihi creating a connection. (vpld) from Catriona Pene

The Fun Fair (descriptive writing)

The thundering fun fair continues to thrive inside its quarters. It creates an immense feeling inside your dramatic body. Your sight is flaming with radiant colours. Your nose inhales the candyfloss's sticky, sweet smell and the odor of hot dogs and you can smell the gassy rides too. The hard rock, upbeat music booms into the carnival grounds mixed in with shrieks and shrills of laughter. The continuous rides spin into the dead of the night. The roller coaster swivels through the dark, twilight sky twisting like a twinkling snake. The ferris wheel spins and twirls, cartwheeling in the chilled air. Your feet pulling you into the floor, with the help of gravity, making a crunch on the packed ground. As the crowds clear, we leave.

A Moment In Time

The sharp rocks pierce my bare hands as I continue this life changing experience. My feet sweat and continue shivering in my wet boots. I feel scared by somehow excited. The rocks are sharp but cool and moist. Getting higher every second the view gets more beautiful. Nothing can stop me from moving higher, nothing. Waves throw themselves over the rocks on the rock mouth. The horizon is still and peaceful with a white sail boat catching the wind. The endless sky wraps itself around the world and from my view it’s cloudless. They all said it could be done, so here I am doing it, climbing a rocky slope alone. Where is the top? I wonder if there is a top or I will be here with the aqua and turquoise sea and the blue peaceful sky, forever.